Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Resident Evil. Unfortunately.
HUNK swept everything off his desk, sending papers and objects onto the floor. He sat down hard in his office chair, sending him sliding back towards the wall, and put his head in his hands. It had been three months since Agent Vector had gone missing on a mission to Raccoon City in the Arklay Mountains. He could be totally fine, just looking for a way to get back here. Or he could be dead. Normally, HUNK wouldn't be bothered by it. But Vector had been one of his students. That's why he cared so much. At least, that's what he told himself.
Anyways, today, Wesker had agreed to let him go on a rescue mission alone. Because he always worked better alone. No one depending on him. No one slowing him down. The thought of finding Vector calmed him down a bit. Whenever he thought of Vector—and that seemed to be quite often these days—his mind raced and his heart thudded against his chest. Of course, he didn't show his emotions. He'd never do that.
HUNK sighed and picked everything up off the floor. When he was done, he walked out of his office and out the double doors of the Umbrella Co. Headquarters. Snowflakes wafted down from the grey sky. Piles of frozen water lined the sidewalk and it had to be below freezing, but HUNK didn't care. He'd gone through worse.
When he got home, he took a quick shower and climbed onto his bed. The warmth of the blankets and the soft mattress were extremely comfortable, but HUNK couldn't sleep. He hadn't been able to for the past three months. HUNK spent the night tossing and turning.
"Ready, sir?" the pilot asked.
"Yes." HUNK opened the helicopter door and stepped onto the desolate landscape of the Arklay Mountains. He looked around. "Where are you, Vector?"
Snap.
"Shit." HUNK grumbled.
The antennae on his radio broke. He continued dragging himself up the hill. His arms and shoulders were tired and sore, but he couldn't stop here. His breathing was fast and labored. Sweat rolled down his neck and back. It was so hot inside his mask; he couldn't breathe.
Growling. He could hear them now. In any moment, they'll be on him. He took out his gun and turned around. The next few minutes were a blur. All HUNK remembered was the constant movement of his hands. Bang! Bang! Reload. Click. Over and over again. Until he had shot every last one of them.
HUNK sighed and stayed still, laying on the side of a slope. He couldn't move. He felt a wound on every inch of his body and his armor was soaked in blood. His breathing slowed, until all that was moving were his eyes. He felt peaceful, ready to succumb to death.
Suddenly, he heard noises. He was so lightheaded now, he couldn't tell what it was. Then, voices. They came closer. He felt hands pick him up and carry him.
"Hold on, HUNK. Hold on..."